(and i can´t find it inside the big brain of my computer right now…).

i love julies writing because she knows how to explain what

(and that might sound silly)

i always wanted to say about art and never did

and also would have never been able to say so elegant.

her writing style is unique and true and you can feel that she is real.

for example:

The arts have been all but abandoned. Society as a whole does not care anymore, despite small pockets of resistance in major cities. [I like to call them outposts.] Music is discardable, it isn’t meant to move you to that near-orgasmic point of no return. There are more poets than good poetry. A few foggy, out of focus snaps post-basement party: PHOTOGRAPHER. Auto-tuning, a dye job and some sampling: MUSICIAN. Or worse yet “I have a pen, some paper and a small understanding of language.” In other words: POET.

It’s discouraging. Poets were once respected. Hell they were hired by nobility to be live-in scribes. Why? Because they knew that they would die but their legacy didn’t have to. They’d pay thousands of dollars for painted portraits because those are the things we look at today, in the year 2009. Our history was handed down through song. Now, in the heat of the 2000’s, when everything can be recorded on a cell phone these things are rapidly decreasing. Like the lost art…read more here

serenaded by robots written by sunflowerdagger

I couldn't walk with him in the rain
sparks would ignite
the bomb that fuses from our heads
The countdown begins
This moment, that is Creeping
When this moment comes
You'll feel the surrender
Dumb and in love with no one
but yourself
And because of that: everyone
When the blades you use to shape your excuses, run dull
you run knives across your lips
a first kiss with your soul
Secrets seaping from every pore
When nothing matters
everything means so much more
Posionous wine
vineyards at dusk
I ran with you in my dreams
We laughed and laughed.
I'm a ball of yarn
Coming undone
tossed around
Serenaded by robots.
Secrets in The Rain